Ghosts

A fear beyond
All possibility of comfort.
A monster devouring with
A thousand salivating mouths;
Trampling, kicking with
A thousand, cloven hooves.
Ghosts' shrieks invade -
Haunt our souls -
Dramatically persistent like
Roadside beggars -
Dirty, unkempt, angry,
Loud... fatal.
Monsters, my dear, are real.
Ghosts are quite real too.
Living inside us -
Cold, ominous, starving;
Possessing our spirits with
Bloodied eyes and
Desperation so thick, so cloying -
Permeating like grandma's Chantily,
Coating your lips... nose... tongue...
Until you cannot breathe.